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[sciencesquid]

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[sciencesquid]

A deep breath exits through Otto's nose at all that. He doesn't mind his arm being clung to like that, so he won't pull it back in the slightest, but those words... He wishes he knew more about these things. No, he wishes he knew what he could say that would put things into perspective for Norman. Surely, there must be some sort of solid advice that would bring this conversation to a proper close.

... No. He's got nothing. He can only reach for- and claw at- half-measures.

"Because it takes time, Norman. If it were easy to change- if you could do it like the flick of a switch, wouldn't that be insulting? Why wouldn't you have already done that back home, then?"

cw: emotional abuse on top of everything already cw'd

[certaininequities]

Any time he'd had to put a cap on his emotions, bottle them, it had had to be done Right Now Norman Virgil Osborn Or I Swear To God I'll Beat It Out Of You. So the flick of a switch comment makes him wince, but button himself up just a little, as much as he can manage with his mind and his heart racing.

"Because I - because I'm broken," he insists. "I've never been right. All I want to do is be right, be good. But it never lasts." He's so tired, all of a sudden. He doesn't want to have this conversation. He just wants to crawl into bed and hopefully never get out of it again. His back spider legs go slack, spreading out along the base of the wall.

[sciencesquid]

That argument really doesn't go down well with Otto. The idea that his friend is broken beyond fixing, that he was never right to begin with... If he were to accept that, what would that say him about him? What would that say about anyone going through similar struggles? It's true that some afflictions can never heal, but he also knows there's kindness and remorse inside Norman. That has to mean something.

But he doesn't know how to put it into words. He doesn't want to dismiss how Norman feels in this moment.

"... Well. Regardless, I'll be here."

[certaininequities]

"God only knows why," he replied, with a weak laugh, looking up at last. "But I'm more grateful for that than ... than I can say."

He could still change his mind and leave, he thinks. It just needs a moment to sink in...

"Otto ... can I ..." He swallows, fights both that train of thought and the urge to not ask for what he needs, to think he doesn't deserve it. "... can I stay?"

[sciencesquid]

Oh good, this feels like... Like progress, perhaps. Or maybe Norman's just given up on his protests and is sticking closer to what Otto wants to hear on purpose. It'll end the uncomfortable conversation either way. He hangs his head, torn between smiling and frowning, and somehow managing a little bit of both.

"Of course you can stay. As long as you need," he says quietly.

[certaininequities]

The permission seems to be all he needed. Norman shifts a little closer, his movements stiff and awkward from having been on the floor for so long, and puts his arms around Otto. Suddenly he's exhausted, the weight of his guilt, his grief, and the whole damned day pressing down on him.

"Thank you."

He wants to tell him he loves him, too, but it feels almost wrong in the moment. Like he shouldn't say such things after having a meltdown over being a murderer. So instead, he just gives Otto a slight squeeze, before looking over at the bed. It looks so comfortable from here ... and yet, so far in his exhaustion. Norman sighs, trying to rally himself to get to his feet.